Run man, run as fast as you can, forget seeing things as they are ...they will become dubbing and or wing material...you will look at your cat different, you will look at all fury things and birds differently. Even Butterflies! They posses what you now must have; fur and feathers...it's a disease
If you do not run, you will be found by you wife and kids locked in a small room mumbling something about emergers...asking for your dinner to be slid under the door. You will not see day lite for weeks. Howard Huges will look like Brad Pitt compared to you when you finally emerge from your cave in undies and and tee shirt covered with deer hair, uttering... "Dalhberg...I have to talk to Dahlberg"

I wish I was kidding